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4:10 p.m. - 2005-05-05 I am back from the bathroom, and ready to type. And yes I washed My filthy hands....A slight change let me go on a nice easy cruise to the Hamptons and Montuak. Diffrent change of pace, and it was all in all a good day. Not taking into account all thats wrong, just the day went smoothly. I went to the VA last night because I was afriad My chest weezing and stuff was becoming a bother. I actually thought pneumonia was ravaging my body. So I had chest xrays taken, the ol body cavity which sucks air in listened to and the doc says everything is clear. Ok, I am a hypocondriac then. Makes sense really, old age setting in. Soon I will be wearing diapers, buying pants with elastic waistbands and buying really comfortable shoes. So why is it when things arent so bad, I still feel like such a hemorrhoid. I seem to be completely incapable of being happy. Even when things arent piling up daily, the stench of the current shit piles ruins My mood. A life of compost. How nice. Im really tired. Even having a short nap in the truck didnt cure My sleepiness. Maybe its age. Or diet related. Someday they might say this magical anal suppository will cure all your woes and I will stil look at it with disdain, and a eye of contempt. I always knew the magic pill would have complications... Other then that not much to say, pretty boring, hardly entertaining, and go fuck yourself. :D
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